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Indigo Blaze - "D1" (Official Music Video)

D1 by Indigo Blaze Purchase/Stream at: https://ffm.to/indigoblazed1.OYD Directed, Produced and Edited by James Kilian Visual Effects by Ashlee Tough Written and Produced by Indigo Blaze and Matthew Templeman Engineered and Mixed by Matthew Templeman Mastered by Simon Struthers Lyrics: Yo, come down and see me Smiling big, cheesy like halloumi. Rocket on my back shooting suckers with a bb. Smooth and easy fettuccine feeling nice and creamy. I’m on the edge of a void but you'll never read me. Stacking all my wishes in a bottle you can keep the genie. Fascinating ‘bout the… (Man Shut Up) Venomous. You missed the part where I never miss, wrangling the alphabet on cannabis. Take a guess, where you'll be next time with your silliness. Might have a chronic case of paralysis. Ringing in ya' ear is the deaf tone, broken back bone, gotta clear my throat to rip a cyclone. Don't get it twisted I'll be out here sorting the biz, I guess ya' boys a wiz. Hold on, think about what ya gonna say (say) Scratch that be your own god (oh) Universe taking on me (hey) Bring it on, I'm loving it. Caustic, drew the short stick. Firing all my ki blast and frantically panting like I'm exhausted. Beaming off the nicotine making a scene upon the blank screen going (Man Shut Up). Pack it up. Getting giddy when you rack it up, eyeing off the plate, go on and batter-up. Man enough to tell ya everything I'm feeling but the lighter stuff, drowning in vanity, I'm a shallow punk. Kick it to the kerb, what's the word that I'm thinking of the word that is so absurd I’m just a blur on your nerves. Go on flick the little dial to the earth, catch the boys from Perth. We're embedded in your brain, you are now rockin' with the blaze. Melting off your face in the middle of the streets cuz. Taking over on the beat you don't want none. We’re embedded in your brain , we’re embedded in your brain. You are now rockin' with the blaze. Melting off your face try catch it if you can, son. Moving up the ladder taking over D1 pull your track bitch, reconsider reruns. Unpack all the flack with the rack up your nose and the. Eye rolling round your head in your bed tormenting ya. Black crows everywhere you go, can’t see past your nose, brother. Final testament handling predicament, sick of it.